Under the Moon
by Li Bai
Under the crescent moon's faint glow
The washerman's bat resounds afar,
And the autumn breeze sighs tenderly.
But my heart has gone to the Tartar war,
To bleak Kansuh and the steppes of snow,
Calling my husband back to me.
Li Po
5
Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button.
Add Under the Moon to your own personal library.
Add Under the Moon to your own personal library.
Return to the Li Bai Home Page, or . . . Read the next poem; Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain
